[Wife's Desire Fanfiction] (28) Author: Unknown

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 4737

Another week has passed. Yan is busy cooking, washing clothes, and cleaning every day. The room and bathroom are already
spotless , but she still keeps scrubbing and cleaning every day. I think she wants to use these extra chores to fill her free time,
to avoid the awkwardness of not knowing how to face each other. I don't know what to do next, or
if she has contacted Tong again.

I browsed some dating forums. Many people are saying that communication is important. I don't know if this is their experience or just
wishful thinking. I can't think of a way to communicate with Yan. Should I tell her that marriage requires loyalty and trust? Yan has already said that she
knows where she went wrong and doesn't need anyone to tell her. Should I make her cry and beg for forgiveness?
But would that really work? Even if it did, I don't want to see Yan like that.

Tonight, Long Xiaoqi came. He returned my credit card, and the broken computer was repaired.
He said he used my money to buy a new computer, and the repaired computer was mine, but after the computer was repaired, only one video file
remained . He said it was very likely that the repairman deleted it.

I immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. If the group sex scene Na and Yan described had a video, leaking
it would be a crime, and everyone involved could face imprisonment.

Yan and Jiajia were both in bed. I went to the study and turned on the computer Long Xiaoqi had brought. Of the original three
files, only one remained. I knew that if I opened the file, the excruciating pain would fill my
heart again. After hesitating for a moment, I clicked on it with trembling hands, because I wanted to know how deeply Yan was involved.

The image was very clear and stable, indicating it was filmed with near-professional equipment. The camera seemed to be
fixed in a corner of the room, and I could occasionally see the focus shifting, slowly zooming in on an object.
Clearly, someone was controlling it remotely.

The room still contained the same bed I had seen last time, a large one with a huge classical headboard, the upper
part of which was a large mirror.

Na's figure appeared in the frame, holding a key in one hand and a remote control in the other,
saying to the outside world, "I'm leaving. Enjoy your beauty." Her tone and face were expressionless.

Just as I expected, Tong walked into the frame, still bald, wearing a purple bathrobe. He said
to Na, "Don't be jealous, didn't I just fuck you yesterday?"

Na pouted, "Tch, who cares?" and walked towards the door.

Tong added, "Use close-ups at crucial moments."

Na opened the door and left. I could guess she was somewhere nearby, probably in Tong's
house , manipulating the camera through a monitor.

About five minutes later, the doorbell rang. Tong went to open the door, and it was Yan.

Yan's hair was casually draped, with a delicate hair clip at her neck, just revealing half of her small
earlobe. A white silk blouse was tucked into light blue jeans, and she wore a pair of off-white high-heeled leather sandals,
making her long legs appear even more slender and straight. She looked like a pure and innocent schoolgirl.

Almost as soon as Yan entered, Tong pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Unlike the previous times I'd seen it,
this time Yan offered no resistance whatsoever, embracing Tong and returning his kiss. The sounds of their lips rubbing together were loud, and
I could feel the intensity of the kiss. They didn't seem like adulterers, but rather a couple reunited after a long separation.

A pang of sorrow rose in my heart. Even in bed, Yan had never kissed me passionately.
It was usually just a fleeting peck. But now Tong was kissing me fiercely, like a wolf, sucking and slurping so hard that her
lips were completely absorbed into his mouth.

A few minutes later, Tong finally separated his lips from Yan's, then proceeded to kiss her cheeks, forehead, ears, and even nose
haphazardly. Saliva covered Yan's face, glistening under the light.

Tong tilted his head back and then stuck out his tongue. Tong's tongue was thick and large, covered in a thick, yellow coating.
A sliver of tobacco clung to the side of his tongue.

Yan seemed to want to pull away, but Tong held her shoulders tightly, preventing her from moving. I had no choice but to do as Tong instructed,
lifting my heels and pinching the tobacco off his tongue before taking his entire tongue into my mouth.

Tong lowered his head, his lips pressing tightly against Yan's. From the changes in the shape of Yan's cheeks, I could see that Tong's tongue
was intensely entwined and swirling in her mouth. Occasionally, their lips would separate slightly, but their
tongues, still sticking together, would lick and tease each other.

I remembered the long kiss I had with Yan on my first day back home, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

Finally, Tong ended the kiss, pulled Yan to the sofa, sat down alone, turned Yan's body to
face him, and reached to unbuckle her belt. Yan pushed him away slightly but then let Tong do as he pleased.

Tong slowly unbuckled Yan's belt, pulled her pants down to her knees, then lifted the hem of her shirt and
handed it to Yan.

Her smooth abdomen and fair thighs were fully revealed. Yan was wearing
the thong I had given her on our wedding anniversary. The scarlet panties clung tightly to her snow-white, flat stomach. Dark, glossy pubic hair
peeked , forming a red, black, and white pattern.

Tong pinched the exposed pubic hair with both hands, gently rubbing and playing with it. Then he pulled it upwards. The focus gradually
zoomed in, and the scrotum beneath the pubic hair could be clearly seen as it was pulled up. Yan kept her clothes pressed against
her chest, occasionally glancing down at her abdomen, then quickly raising her head and closing her eyes.

After playing with it for a while, Tong turned Yan's body so that her back was to him, staring at her buttocks. Yan's panties were completely
sunken into her buttocks. Tong feigned surprise and said, "Huh, where did your panties go?" Then he grabbed Yan's
buttocks , spreading them apart, and then feigned sudden realization and said, "Oh, so you were going to spread your buttocks to find your panties!"

Yan seemed a little displeased with Tong's teasing. Just as she was about to turn around, Tong suddenly pulled her thong up to her knees, and his two
large hands immediately grasped and stroked her buttocks. Tong's hands were very forceful, as if he were kneading two large lumps of dough. Yan
's buttocks changed shape under the kneading, her pink vulva and brown anus appearing and disappearing intermittently.

"Lie down," Tong stood up and gently instructed.

Yan obediently knelt on the sofa, her upper body slowly leaning against the backrest, her snow-white buttocks slightly
protruding .

Tong sat on the sofa, leaning against Yan, and muttered praise as he parted her buttocks: "So beautiful! Just
like two flowers in a snow-capped mountain. A rose, a chrysanthemum." Then he forcefully spread her buttocks apart.

The vaginal opening was completely open, forming a circular hole, and the pink flesh inside was clearly visible.
The vertical folds of the anus were completely flattened, and the anus was stretched into a flat shape. A large amount of fluid
seeped from the torn flesh, glistening.

An indescribable bitterness welled up in my heart. In the four years we had known each other, I had never gazed at or played with Yan's
private parts . When I kissed there, my heart was filled with adoration, and I had never thought to look closely.

Tong released his hands, but then grabbed Yan's arms and pulled them behind her back, pressing her hands down so that she
would use them to spread her buttocks apart. But as soon as Tong let go, Yan immediately pulled her hands back. Tong repeated the same action.
It wasn't until the third time that Yan, following Tong's instructions, pressed her shoulders against the back of the sofa, put her arms behind her back, and
spread her buttocks apart with her hands.

I rubbed my temples, my heart aching beyond words. Even with me, Yan never wanted me
to gaze at her private parts, always quickly closing her legs or turning off the overhead light. Now, she obediently knelt and crawled,
spreading her buttocks wide, displaying the view between her legs to this lewd old man.

Tong stood up, winked smugly at the camera, then untied his bathrobe, revealing his hard, dark
penis, and pressed the glans against Yan's anus.

Yan's body trembled, and she cried out, "No!!"

Tong patted Yan's back comfortingly, chuckling, "Look how scared you are, just teasing you.
It's not working here yet, you'll get used to it. Na screamed even louder than you at first, but now she won't stop unless it's there
." With that, with a soft "plop," the glans slid into her vagina from her anus.

Sometime later, Tong turned on the stereo, and to the soft strains of Teresa Teng's "When Will You Return?", he
slowly thrust in and out, sometimes pulling his penis halfway out, looking down to admire the tender flesh of her vagina and
the slightly contracting anus. A smug smile appeared on his lips. Yan's head was pressed against the back of the sofa.
Her entire face was buried in her disheveled hair, revealing no expression.

The music changed to Jiang Dawei's famous song, "Galloping Horses Guard the Frontier."
After a cheerful and lively intro, Jiang Dawei's resounding voice sang: "Galloping horses... ah, galloping across the vast grasslands..."

Tong then quickened the rhythm of his thrusts, swaying back and forth to the beat of the song, the amplitude increasing.
He then ripped off Yan's top and bra, and pulled her left arm behind her back, holding her wrist, seemingly trying to imitate
a whipping horse's posture.

Yan groaned loudly, her body swaying violently back and forth, her upturned buttocks bobbing up and down,
her breasts swinging aimlessly.

Suddenly, with a slap, Tong struck Yan's buttocks, and a
flush .

Yan cried out in fright and turned around, but she wasn't trying to stop Tong: "Go easy on him, he
'll be back the day after tomorrow."

"I can consider it," Tong said deliberately in an official tone. "But don't be too lenient, after all, this is his way of
punishing you." He then slapped her left buttock again. He uttered a single word: "Giddy up!" This time
it was much lighter than before, leaving no mark.

The song ended. Tong pulled out his penis, picked up Yan, and walked to the bed, laying her flat on it.
Then he lifted her legs and pressed them against his chest. Yan's entire buttocks were pulled off the bed, her wet vulva
squeezed into a fleshy slit.

Tong also stood on the bed, straddling Yan's buttocks, pressing his hands against her knees, lowering his body, and
squeezing his penis into her vagina. Perhaps this position made her vagina clench very tightly. Tong took a deep breath of pleasure and
began thrusting. As the pleasure intensified, his movements became more and more violent. Several times, the entire head of his penis was withdrawn from
her vagina, only to be forcefully thrust back in to the hilt. The air that was drawn in and out made a "plop, plop"
sound . His suspended testicles slapped against Yan's anus with a "plop, plop" sound.

Finally, Tong's penis began to convulse violently; he could feel semen shooting from his scrotum, flowing
into . The penis convulsed for over a dozen times before finally stopping. Tong pulled his penis out halfway
and looked down at the point where their genitals met. Yan's vagina hadn't relaxed yet, still tightly gripping
Tong's penis. The camera suddenly zoomed in, clearly showing both anuses still
contracting and relaxing.

Tong pulled out his penis. The surface of his penis was covered in semen and Yan's secretions. Tong grabbed a
tissue from the bedside table, wiped his penis, and then used the tissue to wipe Yan's genitals. The tissue was quickly soaked with a large amount of
semen gushing from her vagina. Instead of cleaning her genitals, it spread semen everywhere, even matting the pubic hair on
her mons pubis .

Tong scooped Yan up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom, saying in a childlike voice, "Tongtong is going to take a bath with
Yan Yan ." The voice sounded familiar; I suddenly remembered
what Yan had said to Jiajia in the elevator that day, in the same tone. A sharp pain shot through my heart again. It seemed Tong had deeply
infiltrated Yan's life over the past month, knowing exactly how she spoke.

Tong disappeared from the video call with Yan in his arms, but the sound of running water still clearly came from the bathroom.

"Don't move! I'll wash myself." That was Yan's voice.

"No need for my darling to do it; I'll scrub your back." Tong said.

"Scrub what? I'm not dirty." Yan seemed a little unhappy.

"It's not scrubbing off dirt, it's a full-body massage to promote blood circulation, making your skin better." Tong seemed to be explaining as he
worked .

"Will you wash it for me too?" Tong pleaded.

"No!" Yan refused, but with a hint of coquettishness.

"Then just wash my dick." Tong begged.

"Sigh, I really can't do anything with you!" Yan sighed. Soon, Tong's comfortable sighs could be heard:

"Ah... Oh, I feel so good... Sigh, don't just masturbate my dick, rub my balls too... Is it because my dick
feels good that you treat it better?" A slap sounded, the sound of a hand hitting skin.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk nonsense, go ahead and rub it. Ah... Right, Yan, let me tell you a story." Tong
steadied his voice.

"Once, I went to a reception at the municipal government with our company driver, Xiao Ruan. There was
a banquet and a cultural performance. When I saw Xiao Ruan park the car and walk over, I went in first, but Xiao Ruan was stopped by the security guard."
Xiao Ruan quickly pointed at me and said, "I'm in the same system as the boss." The security guard sneered, "The penis and the testicles
are in the same system. If the penis goes in, can the testicles go in?"

"Then the two of them started fighting. The police even came. Later, the girls in our unit gave us
nicknames behind our backs. They called me Tong the Penis and him Ruan the Testicles."

"Oh my!" Tong exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Don't pinch me." Then, Yan couldn't help but burst
out laughing.

"Right, right. Harder, look how pitiful it is, it can only dangle outside every time. Okay, okay... Yan,
you're really good, you should really work for our company. The job there is to be good at bluffing and talking nonsense."

Slap! There was another sound of hitting someone and Tong's smug laughter.

"Yan, hold onto the bathtub... Yes, stick your butt out a little more... Come on, come on."

"Let go! Didn't you already ejaculate? Why are you sticking it in again?" Yan seemed a little confused.

"Don't move, don't worry. This time it's not fucking, it's just that the outside has been rubbed all over, now it's time to rub the inside."

"You filthy bastard." Yan cursed softly, then groaned again.

A few minutes later, Yan's groans slowly subsided.

"Hey, Yan, you always say I'm vulgar, how about we play something elegant today? Let's use the current scenery
to compose a couplet."

Yan didn't speak, and Tong continued:

"If you're shy, I'll start with the first line: Jade hands hold a meat stick, a big dick engorged and hard as iron."

"Go to hell, who's going to compose the second line for you?" Yan said a little irritably.

"If you don't compose the second line, I won't let you out, anyway, Na will be back soon. I don't mind if she sees us.
" Tong threatened a little shamelessly.

Yan sighed, paused, and finally softly replied: "Demon claws explore the cunt, the little pussy is wet and slippery
as mud ."

"Good! Good!" Tong clapped his hands and praised loudly: "Our Yan is not only a beauty and a lustful woman, but also
a talented woman."

Before Yan could speak. Tong then asked, "Yan, is this the first time you've referred to your 'cunt' as a 'slutty pussy'?"

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